.....a wordy, visual , narrative... as seen thru your eyes and mine.....
"One ought only to write when one leaves a piece of one's own flesh in the inkpot, each time one dips one's pen." Leo Tolstoy
each night,,,,
you come to me,,,
and beckon me to join you....
each morning,,,
i must find the resolve to stay......
Posted by paisley at 4:11 AM
1 comment:
This is so strong. It works on so many levels.
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